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hurtthemgently · 1 year

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Small victories

Masterlist

Cw: loss of autonomy, creepy/intimate whumper, whumpee forced to deceive caretaker in future, faerie deal, implied cold whump, whumper controlling what whumpee wears, non con kissing and touching, non con drugging, fear, emotional whump

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Kimmi awoke to their shoulders being shaken.

“Hey wake up! Something came up that I need to talk to you about.” He sat on the bed, leaning over them.

They pulled the covers away, and gave him a tired glare, through bleary eyes.

“This is urgent. My sister is coming to stay here for a couple weeks. She’ll be here in the morning.”

Their tired anger turned to tired surprise. They’d heard about Mentari, the golden child with beautiful yellow magic. The oldest sibling, the protector.

“What’s this have to do with me?”

“I’m moving you out of the guest room. That, and, I want to make sure of something. Pack up your stuff and go put it in my room, I’ll clean in here.” He pulled the blankets off them and shoved them in a basket.

They shivered, the shorts and blouse not nearly enough to protect from the freezing air inside the house. Just another way of tormenting them. Keeping the house freezing while making them wear minimal clothing. They quickly shifted off the bed, and went to pack up everything.

Ceran put all the blankets and pillow covers in a basket before spraying the room with something they couldn’t smell. He kept cleaning even after they had taken all their stuff out, scrubbing the floor and taking an especially long time working on the drains and mattress.

Anywhere that might collect someone’s scent.

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Kimmi took their bags to the other room. Ceran’s room. They were grateful that he had gone and picked a bunch of their stuff up from their dormitory, although they disliked the thought of him going through their things. At least they still had their own clothes, even if they could only wear the stuff he got for them.

They stopped in the doorway. They’d read too much fanfiction to not realize the implications.. but him? Their shoulders ticked thinking about being next to him while so vulnerable. Then and there they made up their mind to never read a ‘there was only one bed’ fanfic ever again.

Maybe they could convince him to let them sleep in that big cushy chair in the corner.

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“Okay, now for the conversation we need to have. You can’t tell Mentari anything about what’s going on.” Ceran pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting on the bed.

“Why not? Isn’t she a vampire too?” They sat in the chair, trying to figure out what he was implying, while faced away from them.

“She has.. ‘different ideas’ on stuff like keeping blood bags… she gets it from our father. Now, I’m going to give you a command not to tell her, but I also want to make sure you agree no to, I don’t want you finding a way around the command.”

“Different ideas?” Maybe she would help them! They couldn’t imagine anyone related to this guy being a good person- but from the way he talked about her…

“She’s a protector… she used to like, put fallen baby birds back into their nests and rescue cats from trees.. regular low grade superhero stuff.”

“Superhero? That’s just.. regular nice person things?”

“She had a costume. And a moniker.” He smiled a bit at the memory, though Kimmi couldn’t see that.

“Oh. So you want me to agree not to say anything?”

He turned around. “I want you to use your vow ability, and promise not to do anything to allow her to find out. I’m willing to make some concessions for this.

“I want you to be willing to follow the order so go ahead. What would it take for you to behave?”

“I- I want you to.. vow not to hurt me the entire time she’s here. I- it’d be more convincing, if I could tell her you promised not to hurt me.”

“Nice argument. Okay, I’ll accept that. Outside of feeding of course. I’ll even promise to make my bite as painless as possible. Anything else?” He could always wait until after she left to dole out any punishment they incurred.

Emboldened, they went on. “I want to wear my own clothes. It’s freezing in this place and the shorts and shirts with wide necklines aren’t helping. At least while she’s here.”

“Fair enough. So these conditions, and you won’t try and find a way to circumvent my commands?”

“I- yeah..” they would always try to get around commands. A simple yes answer was vague enough that it didn’t change that. But also, any leniency was worth it.

They continued, “if you want we can put the deal in writing.. gives both a solid idea of what both of us are agreeing to.” And gives them a reference for how to get around the promise and the commands.

He got them a blank sheet of paper and a pen, and they set upon the task of lining out a faerie deal.

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Kimmi sat curled up in the chair, trying to go back to sleep. They brushed their fingers over their wrist, hating how foreign it felt to not have the cuffs in place. They shouldn’t be used to being in restraints.

They pulled the blanket tighter when footsteps approached. He was finished with cleaning the house. Maybe they could pretend to already be asleep. The door opened quietly.

“Maybe you’d have an easier time sleeping if you laid on the bed. I don’t think that chair is a great place to sleep.”

Well that failed. “I’m alright over here.”

“What, don’t want to sleep next me?” He leaned against the arm of the chair, pressing his back to their own.

He felt their shoulders jerk, a reaction he’d come to realize was a sort of muscle spasm, something they couldn’t control. They’d said it was often caused by stress. Specifically they’d said physiological stress, like the cold or extreme emotions. He didn’t mind it at all. It was just another way for them to show how his torments got to them.

They tensed, trying to shrink into themself. “I think it would be easier for me to sleep in the chair.”

“Well I think you should sleep on the bed.” He carded fingers through their hair, enjoying how their breath quickened.

He couldn’t hurt them. The worst thing he could do right now is command them, so why were they so scared? They suppressed a sob, thinking of the possibility that vampires were immune to the effects of faerie deals.

Out of nowhere, a weight settled on their lap. He traced a feather light touch at their jawline, now sitting in front of them. Closing their eyes, they turned their head away, tucking their face into the cushion.

“What makes you think you can get away with contradicting me? Is it that deal? Do you think you’re safe just because I can’t hurt you?”

The fact that it worked on him should have been a relief. But they had an awful feeling that he had something worse in mind than just hurting them. The tears were already falling when he tilted their head into a kiss. The venom washed through them, the bitter raspberry taste making them feel sick and useless.

He picked them up and carried them to the bed. They were weeping quietly as he pulled the blankets over their shoulders, making sure to wreath every movement in gentleness. He pressed a kiss to their forehead.

“Okay. I’ll play along, for now.” He switched to the most genuine sounding comforting voice he could manage. “Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly safe for as long as the deal is in effect. I can’t do anything at all to make you upset, uncomfortable, or afraid.”

He ruffled their hair one more time before he got up and left the room. He heard their quiet sobs even from downstairs.

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Taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @whumpsday @whumpycries @pigeonwhumps @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @sola-whumping @greenwhump

#ceran and his faerie #creepy/intimate whumper #non con touching tw #non con touching and kissing #non con kissing tw #non con drugging #hehehe I really just wanted to make it so that Ceran couldn’t hurt them #just because I knew it’d make him have to be more creative #also kimmi is so cold all the time #it’s why they spend so much time on the couch- because the blankets

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kim-poce · 2 years

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Immortal Toy 2 - To be Human

Voted by @kathea and @extemporary-whump

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CW: vampire whumpee, vampire children caretakers, blood-drinking, fear of punishment, mention of pulling fangs off.

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Rony purred softly while the girl held the blood glass for Rony to drink, “I’m glad you liked it,” she said proudly, her smile showing her little sharp fangs.

The blood was sweet and fresh, contrasting with the first time he had drank blood —a tasteless, old one— at that time the only thought going on Rony’s mind was “Who had to be hurt for me to drink it?” But the longer he goes starving, the less he thinks such thoughts.

Rony was worried —afraid— nevertheless, the glass was made out of gold, and the blood was a high-quality one, so he knew it wasn’t meant for a thing like him. He —of course— didn’t dare to voice his worries, if Whumper’s children say “drink” he has no other choice but to drink. He is sure the punishment for drinking is blander than the punishment for saying “no”.

The chained vampire took each drop of blood he could, whimpered when the glass was taken away, still dirty with blood he had no way to reach no matter how hard he tried.

“I also brought you something,” the boy said, making Rony brace himself. But it wasn’t a harmful thing, at least not yet, it was… ointment? “Do not tell mother about it!” he ordered seriously, and Rony shallowed hard at the possibility of getting a conflicting order from Whumper. “The doctor said it’s a new medicine.”

“One that works in vampires too!” The girl explained cheerfully. “Mother say that feeding on drugged humans is an ‘obsolete’ way to get medicine, so she made people create this thing.” she sounded proud, but all Rony could think about was how many people were hurt in order to come up with this product.

On the bright side, it worked.

Rony was sure of it since the first second it touched his raw flesh, it was similar to drinking blood but faster and… numb. The pain decreased, and the flesh grew back, but the boy didn’t put on enough for the skin to knit back together.

“Mother can’t know,” he explain when Rony whined, begging for more. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Rony said, trying not to sound ungrateful; he wasn’t! He was grateful for it, even if they hurt him later, even if they hurt him worse! He would give himself to feel the worst of the pain if this meant getting some care and affection afterward; things Whumper never was merciful enough to bestow.

“Rony, can I ask you something?” The young girl asked as if she was unaware that Rony could never deny her anything.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“You were human, right?”

Rony flinched.

“Open up,” Whumper said, forcing his mouth wide open. Pinkish tears were streaming down his eyes. “Do you think just because you got fangs now you are more than a filthy human?” she closed the plier on the first fang “You are not a true vampire, you are just a pest that can’t die anymore,” she pulled it. Rony screamed his throat hoarse.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered, voice as polite as the fear allowed it to get, hands closed into fists carefully placed on his lap. Trembling.

“How does it feel?” The girl asked in a whisper, “To be human I mean. Humans can be humans and vampires, but vampires don’t have a choice so I don’t know.”

I didn’t chose this. “It feels-” the same? no no, not the same, I’m not a real vampire, I don’t know what being a vampire feels like, “-hurried, Ma’am, we don’t have much time, so we try to get as much as we can in the little time fate bestowed upon us.”

The girl tilted her head, confused.

Wrong answer, wrong answer, wrong answer, wrong-

“We must go,” the boy said before his sister had enough time to make another question or properly punish the chained toy.

The punishments will add up then. Rony thought as he bowed to the children, trying to stop himself from shivering; they didn’t even hurt him yet. Why is he so scared then?

“We will be back as soon as we can,” The boy said with a fangy smile, quickly patting Rony's dirty hair, the girl also caressed him before waving her little hand and leaving.

Rony focused on the lingering feeling of the touch on his hair, “Thank you,” he whispered when the two of them were too far to hear, the fear still fresh, but so was the blood inside his system, “Please, do come back.”

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Taglist: @neverthelass, @kathea, @extemporary-username

#whump #vampire whumpee #vampire caretaker #multiple caretakers #vampire whump #blood-drinking #children caretaker #child caretaker #mouth whump mention #chained #fear of punishment #caretaker new whumper #caretaker new master #Immortal Toy #my writing #caretaker

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astaldis · 6 months

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No.26 - "Sometimes I get so tired, I don't even know myself."

@witcher-rarepairs @whumptober-archive

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Whumpee: Cahir

Caretaker: Milva

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 2,704

Rating: Explicit (Smut), NSFW

Summary: On their way to Stygga, Cahir has recurring nightmares about past traumatic events. Milva decides that he needs some nice things to dream about instead, very nice things ...

Excerpt:

With long strides, Cahir follows Milva into the forest.

For a short while they walk steep uphill in silence. There is no path, just animal trails, but the light of the full moon shining through the canopy helps the nightly wanderers not to stumble on the many roots and stones. Then they are almost at the rocky top of the small mountain at whose foot they have made their camp for the night. Cahir squeezes through a narrow gap in an overgrown rock wall and looks around. His eyes widen. A deep lake lies before him, filling the perfectly round caldera of the extinct volcano, its surface still as a mirror. Everything is bathed in silvery light, the round disk of the moon reflecting in the black water like a twin sister that has dropped down from the skies to take a swim. A beautiful sight.

Milva does not seem to need time to drink in the wonders of the scenery, though. Being a woman of the woods, perhaps she is used to views like this. She must have seen the place before anyway, when she was looking for something to hunt for their dinner. Without further ado, she lets her cloak fall to the forest ground, unfastens her leather armour, wriggles out of her short dress and undergarments, kicks off her boots and walks straight into the lake until the water reaches her hips. Then she stands still for a moment ...

Read the story on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50417458

#whumptober2023 #no.26 #no.29 #lyric #you look awful #troubled past resurfacing #the witcher tv #the witcher netflix #fic #nsfwhump #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #cahir #milva x cahir #cahir x milva #maria barring #eamon farren #meng'er zhang #menger zhang #smut

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whumpsday · 2 years

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Kane & Jim: The Purring AU

Masterlist

content: vampire whumper (first part), vampire whumpee (second and third parts), manhandling, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, begging, torture, burns, touch starved

by POPULAR DEMAND! after 5 requests, you all wanna see a grown man purr, well HERE HE IS!!! a collection of three looks into the life of Purring AU Kane, one per arc. two hurts and a comfort :)

this is not canon lol but i had fun with it!!

(Jim’s captivity)

Kane had had a very good night. He didn’t have very good nights often. Even after acquiring a human, everyone still underestimated him. Nothing seemed good enough. But tonight, he was not the laughing stock of the family. Oh no, tonight that honor belonged to the youngest of his older siblings, Anton. Kane grinned again just thinking about it.

His brother was always a nosy gossip, and had been trying to sniff out a secret of some noble or another last night. In the process, he’d failed to keep track of time, and found himself caught outside when the sun rose. A naive child’s mistake, unthinkable for a man almost three-hundred years of age. For once, Anton was the victim of passing mockery rather than the perpetrator. Even Kane, half-disowned as he was, had received a rare call from one of his older sisters tonight filling him in on the latest drama through fits of giggles. In time, the blunder would be forgotten, but he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

Kane took a nice hot bath, one of his favorite ways to relax. After drinking his fill of delicious blood --problem-free, the human had entirely given up physical struggle in favor of verbal rebellion at this point, though he still winced at every bite-- he allowed the human to join him in the living room.

He knew that most human-owning vampires did not allow their bloodbags out of their quarters save for very special occasions, but most vampires had... friends, as much as he hated to admit it. So sometimes, he treated the human more like a pet than a meal. After giving the millionth grumbled rant about how Kane did not have “cable”, whatever that was, the human picked out a tape and put it on.

This was nice. Sitting on the soft couch, reveling in his brother’s albeit-temporary downfall, still warm from his bath, the taste of fresh blood in his mouth. So nice.

Purrrrrrr...

“What the hell is that noise?” the human asked.

Kane hadn’t purred in a very, very long time. It usually only happened with physical contact, and isolated as he was, he didn’t get a lot of that these days.

“Is that you?” the human pressed. “Are you purring? Like a cat? Vampires purr!?”

Kane rolled his eyes, his voice coming out somewhat rumbly through the purring. “Yes, we purr. And it’s not “like a cat”, it’s actually--”

“Holy shit, that’s hilarious!” The human burst into laughter. “Oh my god, big bad vampire over here purring like a little kitty cat!”

Kane felt his face flush with embarrassment. He wasn’t even sure why, this was one thing about him that was normal, the human’s lack of knowledge about his kind shouldn’t have gotten to him. But this was supposed to be the day someone else was the laughing stock. The fact that he was still being mocked, by his own human...

The purring stopped.

“You think you can disrespect me like that?” Kane snapped, standing up. “Get the fuck out of my face.” He pointed back toward the human’s quarters.

The human’s face fell instantly. “Aw, come on, I was just kidding around. I just put the tape in.”

Kane was angry now. First insulting him, now disobeying orders.

Humans were slow. Slow to move, slow to percept. It was effortless to grab him by the shirt collar and slam him against the wall before he could even blink.

“You seem to have forgotten that you are to listen when I give you orders. Do I seem like a kitty cat now?” Kane snarled, roughly slamming him a second time for good measure. A satisfying thunk as his head hit the wall.

The human’s voice trembled. “N-no. You, um, you don’t.”

Kane threw him to the ground. “Then do as you’re told.”

The human wasted no time in scrambling fearfully back to his room, shutting the door behind him.

Kane slumped back onto the couch, but the moment had passed.

(Kane’s captivity)

Kane was on the floor of his cell, bound to the board. They’d left him strapped to it after the most recent time they took him in from the sun, which must have been about two week ago by now, given that the burns covering nearly every inch of his body had healed about halfway. His position itself was not stressful, but he ached all over from being locked into place for so long. His skin hurt everywhere, his silver-bound wrists and ankles most of all, but at least they’d left him alone while he healed.

It seemed his time was up and that he was determined fit enough to punish again, because two hunters entered his cell that day. Kane just stayed very still, not that he had any other choice, quietly laying there as they exchanged banter. Inevitably, their attention turned to him. He winced under their gazes, silently hoping that it wouldn’t be the sun again this time.

“Ha, it thinks it’s not ready for another round. So flinchy.” The man scratched under Kane’s chin mockingly. The angle he’d been placed at when they’d left him in the yard had allowed him to protect that spot from the sun by letting his head hang down, so it didn’t hurt. It had been so long since Kane had last felt a touch that didn’t hurt. So, so long.

To his horror, he began to purr.

The hunters took notice immediately.

“Are you hearing this?” the man asked. He stopped scratching, the purring stopped. He started back up, so did it. On and off and on and off, like Kane was a light switch.

The woman laughed. “Guess you learn something new every day. The things fucking purr.” She leaned in close. “I think that means we’re going too easy on it, if it’s still finding a way to enjoy itself.”

The man smirked. “Think we can train it out of it?”

Kane was instantly overcome with dread, his eyes welling with tears. “I c-can’t control it, sir.” he protested feebly. If they tried to train it out of him... he wouldn’t be able to stop. He wouldn’t be able to be good.

“Oh, of course you can’t.” he replied, starting up the scratching again. “We just wanna see how bad we have to make it hurt before you just can’t purr anymore.”

The woman pulled out a silver knife with a smile at his words.

Kane sobbed. Silver on his skin was bad enough, but it was so much worse on the inside. Burning metal against his unprotected innards, penetrating muscle and organs, the sickening sizzle of his flesh burning inside freshly-sliced-open wounds.

“Aw, don’t like that idea?” the woman teased. She nodded at the man. “Keep going.”

The ironically gentle scratching started up again. Kane’s body betrayed him, beyond desperate for any semblance of comfort. Purrrrrr...

He screamed as the knife plunged into his stomach.

Two hours later, after the hunters obliged his begging for them to press the blade against the underside of his chin, the purring finally stopped.

(Kane with Jim, a few months in)

Jim had somehow gotten used to having Kane around. That day, like many others, was spent lounging around with the blinds drawn. It was strange, how much it resembled his own captivity with the vampire, when things couldn’t possibly be more different.

“Hey, pass me the remote?” Jim asked.

“Mm-hmm.” Kane handed it off to him.

“Thanks.” He gave Kane a friendly pat on the shoulder, earning a rare smile from him.

And that’s when he heard that sound again. Soft and rumbly, just like a cat. Purrrrrrrrr...

They both froze.

Jim remembered the last time he’d heard Kane purr. It... hadn’t ended well. He recalled being tossed around like a ragdoll, slammed into the wall by the man sitting right next to him. He pulled away instinctively, echoes of fear settling into him.

Kane’s reaction was much worse. His eyes went wide with terror as he flinched violently, clutching his shoulder, the purring stopping instantly.

“I d-didn’t mean to.” His voice was barely a whisper. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to purr, I’m sorry, please.” He sounded like he might cry.

Jim felt his fear ebb away somewhat. The Kane here now wasn’t going to cause him any harm. In fact, it sounded like he was afraid Jim was going to hurt him.

“What’s wrong?” Jim asked.

“I won’t, won’t do it again, I-I mean, I’ll try my best,” His breaths came quick and fearful, “I can’t control it.” He sounded entirely defeated, suddenly resigned to the horrible consequence he was picturing.

“Hey.” Jim tried to pull him back out of whatever dark place his head was going to. “I’m not gonna hurt you, remember? It’s okay to purr.”

“Thank, thank you.” Kane seemed to start to calm down.

“Say it back.” Jim instructed. He’d been trying that for a while to help Kane feel safer, and it had been working pretty well so far.

“It’s okay t-to purr.” Kane repeated, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

“Those sick fucks hurt you for it?” Jim couldn’t help but ask.

Kane nodded, shuddering. That was just too damn sad. When was the last time this guy had real contact with another person that didn’t involve pain?

Guess that was his responsibility now.

Jim hovered a hand above Kane’s head. “Can I...?”

“Just... please not my chin?” Kane said, tentatively. Still afraid to make any kind of request. The fact that he’d asked at all was a sign of progress.

“Of course.” Jim lightly petted his hair, and the purring started up again, much louder this time. Slowly, the vampire started to relax. The smile returned.

purry kane: do i seem like a kitty cat now? me: yes :)

special shoutout to this anon for giving me ideas!!

taglist:

@ceph-the-writing-spook

@crystalquartzwhump

@cupcakes-and-pain

@deluxewhump

@extrabitterbrain

@harri-00

@inpainandsuffering

@kira-the-whump-enthusiast

@lactose-intolerant-egg

@littlespacecastle

@melancholy-in-the-morning

@myhusbandsasemni

@mylifeisonthebookshelf

@nicolepascaline

@octopus-reactivated

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@whumpilicious

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@whumpy-writings

@whumpyzombie

@wits-and-wrongs

#kane and jim au #whump #my writing #vampire whumper #vampire whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #whumpee turned caretaker #torture #manhandling #begging #burns #touched starved #vampire whump #whump writing

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hurting-fictional-people · 3 years

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Hi different anon here, but I absolutely loved your twins whump (with girl whumpee and boy caretaker) If I could ask you for part two please? With protective caretaker maybe?? Thank you! Coincidentally I have twin oc's and it gives me ideas 👀👀

aah, I'm so glad you loved it!! here you go anon, I hope this gives you very mean ideas hehe <3

(here is the first list of twin whump ideas)

Whumper tortures Whumpee in front of Caretaker. Caretaker begs and screams the entire time, until his voice is gone and Whumper still doesn’t stop, delighting in both their screams while they last, and then in Whumpee's cries and Caretaker’s choked sobs when his voice is too ragged to be heard anymore

Caretaker telling Whumpee her favorite story from their childhood to distract her from the pain/fear/nightmares

Alternatively: Caretaker telling her a funny story from their childhood to distract her, and making her laugh. But her ribs are hurt or she has open wounds, and the laughter is followed by a pained gasp that shatters his heart

Whumpee pretends to be okay in front of Caretaker, because she knows how devastated her twin is to see her in pain. She only allows herself to cry at night, when she knows he’s already asleep. But Caretaker hasn’t slept well since their capture, and every night he listens to her crying and pretends not to, because even though it tears him apart to let her suffer in silence, he knows that thinking he’s buying into her Nothing Is Wrong act makes her stronger, and they both need as much strength as they can get to face this

Caretaker becomes so desperate when Whumper tortures Whumpee in front of him, that he ends up even more bloodied than her from pushing so hard and for so long against the restraints that they cut deep into his skin

This one could go for either captivity or after rescue: Caretaker holding Whumpee in his arms, and rocking her slowly back and forth like their parents used to do to calm them down when they were kids, whispering against her hair about better times in a futile attempt to take her away from the pain as she nuzzles up against his chest and pretends it works

In case you're not thinking about captivity: Whumpee gets hurt and tries to pretend there's nothing wrong, but Caretaker knows her since always and it takes him one look at her to know something happened, and barely five minutes to get the truth to spill out of her mouth. And then, after he takes care of her, Caretaker goes after Whumper to make them pay

Alternatively: twins that haven't seen each other for years because of a fight, but as soon as Whumpee gets badly injured she shows up at Caretaker's door with blood on her clothes and tears in her eyes, and he doesn't think twice before helping Whumpee inside and taking care of her like nothing ever changed between them. And of course, when she is asleep and her wound is dressed, he goes after Whumper >:)

And for recovery! After the whump happens, sometimes Whumpee stares off into space with a lost expression, and Caretaker immediately knows where her mind’s gone. So he rushes to her whenever it happens, takes her somewhere safe and softly talks her out of it. It happens when they are in public a few times, and though he gets side-eyes for acting like his sister’s eyes going a little unfocused is the end of the world, they aren’t the ones who hear her scream in her sleep or watched her thrash and plead for mercy. So Caretaker runs, and knows he’s done the right thing when Whumpee blinks teary eyes at him and buries her head into his chest

(back to captivity scenario) Caretaker can’t sleep well after the rescue, because he is constantly worried about his sister, and when he does, it’s to wake up with nightmares of her being hurt again, and him being helpless to stop it once more.

And a little dialogue since I did one in the first part too:

“Do you think I’ll ever go back?” she whispers idly one night, the room too dark for him to see her but her voice soft enough for Caretaker to know what Whumpee is talking about.

He still asks it though.

“What do you mean?”

“Go back to who I used to be.”

“Oh, Whumpee,” Caretaker sighs, closing his eyes for a moment against the tears that well up, and quietly getting up from his bed to lie down next to her, pulling Whumpee into his arms and hugging tight as her silent tears soak into his shirt. It doesn't take long for his cheeks to be wet too.

#whump #whump list #whump prompt #sibling whump #twin whump #whump idea #whump scenario #flashback mention #torture #nightmares mention #captivity #blood cw #lady whump #i really tried to think of as many protective caretaker ideas as i could but it was still like. less than half of the list #sorry anon my brain refused to work :')

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susiequaz12 · 2 years

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Carrot Top 43- Let Me See (Febuwhump 5)

Ugh finally. I don't know why this chapter was so hard to write, especially cause I had so many ideas for it. Anyways, here's day 5 a bit late. Part 42. Masterlist. Prompt: "Let me see."

CW: Talk of old injuries, whumper turned caretaker, blood mention, whumpee with a messed up headspace. Other than that, just some soft romantic stuff between two hopeless boys.

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There was someone in his house.

This usually wouldn’t pose a problem, as he had two other roommates, but for all he knew they were still out of town.

He sat up in bed at the sound of the footsteps and opened cupboards. Instantly- waves of pain shot up and down his back and he remembered the torture he was put through the night before.

As his blanket fell off his shoulders and into his lap he realized he hadn’t been dressed in any other clothes since then- still just in his boxers.

He shivered and instantly moved to pick up a sweater from the floor- causing him to groan out as the muscles in his back were stretched.

Once he was finally dressed he tiptoed out into the hallway, trying to find the source of the noise- but it found him first.

“Good morning!” The man called. He held out a steaming bowl. “What do you take in your oatmeal? Honey? Cinnamon?”

“What are you doing here?” Andrew stated. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen- too tired to walk in any further or fight any more.

“Making sure you eat. And someone has to change your bandages. You’ve probably bled through them already.”

“No-” Andrew stumbled backwards, gripping the door frame for extra support. “I- I’m fine, I can take care of myself.”

Splice laughed and set the bowl down on the table.

“Can you?” He raised an eyebrow, motioning for the boy to sit. When he didn’t oblige he grabbed the collar of his sweatshirt, and dragged the boy over, forcing him down into the chair. “Look Andy, apparently you didn’t eat dinner last night, so it’s been a while. I know you haven’t had any water either. You’re probably dehydrated, suffering from slight blood loss, and there’s no way you can redress the wounds on your back by yourself.”

“Wow.” Andrew sighed. “Since when do you care so much about my health and well-being?”

Splice stepped forward, standing directly in front of the chair. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the edge of the table behind him. Andrew glanced up, trying to hide the terror in his eyes.

“I care- because your well-being directly reflects on my ability to continue doing whatever I want with you. So-” He reached behind the boy and then brought back a spoonful of oatmeal. “-you will eat your breakfast. And you will let me take care of you. Understand?”

As Andrew opened his mouth to respond the spoon was quickly shoveled inside. Splice gripped his chin and forced Andrew’s head up and down in a nod. Andrew swallowed.

“Good.” In a swift motion, Splice turned the chair back around to face the table and Andrew gripped the bowl and spoon in a shaking hand, carefully taking bites of the bland oatmeal. “Now, let me see.”

“Hmm?” Andrew mumbled through a mouthful of food. He jerked away when the man’s hand reached for the bottom of his sweater.

“Come on, let me see those bandages. They need to be redressed.”

“No, please, I can, I can do it myself, I’ll be fine.”

Splice pulled the chair out from the table and tilted it back with one hand so that it hung, unbalanced. Andrew tried to reach out to grab the edges of the table but the man grabbed both of his wrists in his other hand.

“You, are in a very precarious position Andy. Literally.” He jerked the back of the chair and Andrew gasped out, eyes growing wide at the thought of falling backwards. “I suggest you start listening to me.”

“Yes- I- I’m sorry.” Andrew mumbled.

The chair thudded back to the floor and Splice stepped back.

“Take it off.”

- - -

“What do you want for dinner?”

Micah paused, glancing at his phone to check the time. “Oh, well I think my sister was expecting me home-”

“Oh.” Andrew ducked his head, closing the cupboard and moving to the other side of the kitchen.

“Do you want me to stay?”

“I don’t want to disturb your other plans, it’s alright, I-”

“I can stay.” Micah stated. “It’s no big deal.”

“Are you sure?” Andrew asked. He wanted him to stay, of course.

“Yeah, of course- you can show me how to make that soup you were talking about.”

Andrew perked up, turning back to finally look at the boy. “Really?” The hint of a smile curled up at the edge of his lips. Micah moved to stand next to the boy, placing a soft hand around his arm, leaning in towards him.

“Yeah of course. I live with my sister, I can have dinner with her all the time. Do you have all the ingredients for it?”

Andrew’s mind shifted as he thought about dinner, he opened the fridge, glancing inside.

“I think so, we went shopping the other day.”

“Perfect!” Micah stated. “Let’s get started then, shall we?”

- - -

“Do you want to taste the broth?”

Andrew stood over the boiling pot, the wooden spoon in hand as the steaming water fogged up his glasses. Micah leaned over- sniffing the combination of herbs and spices.

“Ooh, it smells good-”

“Oh here, let me get you a different spoon, I’ve already used this one.”

Micah shrugged, grabbing it out of Andrew’s hand.

“That’s alright, it doesn’t really matter anyways if I’m going to kiss you.”

“You- you were gonna kiss me?”

“When you were ready.”

Micah dipped the spoon in, blowing on it softly before tasting it.

“Oh that’s really good- I don’t know how you get the blend of spices the way you do-”

“You were gonna kiss me?” Andrew repeated.

Micah nodded, and then glanced up, noticing a look on Andrew’s face that he once again couldn’t read. He wasn’t sure if he was confused- or upset, or-

“I- oh.” Micah set the spoon down. “I thought- sorry, Andrew, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, I- I thought that you-”

“I like you.” Andrew interrupted. “I- I really do, I’m just-”

“You’re not ready.”

Andrew nodded. “I’ve got so many things I’m worried about, there’s a lot on my mind, and I want to- I really, I just, I’m not ready.”

“When you’re ready then.” Micah leaned over- reaching for his hand and Andrew let him grab it.

Andrew glanced down- comparing the two.

His hand was so small- the complexion a fair bit darker than his was. Andrew’s hand practically dwarfed it. Micah shifted his hand, fingers interlocking a bit tighter and Andrew noticed his scar even more so now. Micah was distracted- watching the bubbles in the pot and Andrew couldn’t help but stare at the thin, jagged line running along the top of his hand.

He pulled it away quickly, shoving it in his sweatshirt pocket and stepping aside to grab the carrots that were sitting on the counter.

Micah watched carefully as Andrew busied himself with the rest of ingredients.

“You okay?”

Andrew nodded, picking up the knife to chop the carrots- a slight shake quivering in his hand. Micah came over and took it from him, setting it down.

“Hey- Are you alright?”

Andrew chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s- it’s dumb, really.”

“I promise it’s not- what’s going on?”

“I- I guess I’m just embarrassed.” Andrew stated. He grabbed his hand in the other, running his thumb up and down the length of the mark. “It’s just- I have this scar.”

“Here-” Micah motioned towards his hand, holding out his own. “Let me see.”

Slowly Andrew placed his hand in the other boy’s, letting him take it in his palm. Micah’s eyes grew slightly wider at the sight of it, and he ran a curious finger along the line, flipping his hand over to see the other side of the scar.

“It’s- I’m sorry, I know it’s-”

Micah cut him off, bringing the back of Andrew’s hand to his lips with a soft kiss.

“Honestly, I think it’s kind of bad-ass.” He chuckled, interlocking his fingers with the boy’s. “And if you have a cool storytime to tell me later about it, then that’s fine too. But for now, let’s finish the soup, yeah? I’m getting hungry.”

Andrew smiled, blush spreading across his cheeks like a fire. He lifted up their hands where they were intertwined.

“Can I- can we still-”

“Of course.” Micah smiled. “As long as you want.”

- - -

The sun had long set over the horizon and moonlight was peeking through the windows of the living room where the two boys sat cuddled on the couch. Andrew was giggly with sleep, casually twirling a strand of Micah’s hair in his fingers while the end credits of the movie they watched rolled.

“You’re sleepy-” Micah chuckled. “We should probably get you to bed.”

Andrew yawned and sat up from where he was laying.

“Yeah, you’re right, I- I should get to sleep.”

“Are you okay?” Micah asked. Probably for the hundredth time that night.

Andrew nodded, moving to stand.

“Just- just sleepy, like you said.”

“Alright- if you say so.”

A slight shake came back to Andrew’s hand and there was the smallest hiccup of a breath behind his throat. Micah stood and held out his arms- as if to say goodbye. Andrew leaned down to give him a hug, and breathed in deep near the boys shoulder, trying not to flinch as soft hands came along his back.

Micah turned his head in towards the boy’s ear.

“You know, you can always tell me if anything’s wrong. You don’t have to hide, or say certain things cause you think it’ll make me feel better.”

Andrew nodded, trying to calm his breath before he blurted out.

“Can you stay?”

Micah pulled away slightly, his hands resting on the taller boy’s arms. He smiled slightly as he tilted his head upwards at the question.

“Like- stay the night?”

Andrew stepped away, turning from the boy.

“I’m sorry, I- I shouldn’t have-”

“Andrew- it’s okay. You can say what you need to.”

Andrew turned back slowly, his head turned towards the floor.

“I just- I don’t want to be alone.”

Micah nodded and Andrew’s hand again before he could get any further away. He pulled it to his lips in another soft kiss. “I’d love to, but-” Andrew looked up. “Only if I can wear one of your sweaters.” Micah smiled, motioning to the dark blue hoodie that Andrew was currently wearing. “I know you have plenty- they look really comfy.”

“Really?” Andrew stated, stepping ever so slightly closer. “You- you want one of my sweaters?”

“If you’re okay with it.” Micah smiled, dancing on his toes as he saw the joy light up on Andrew’s face. He leaned in towards the boy, nudging his shoulder against his chest and pulling his arm around him.

Andrew nodded with enthusiasm Micah hadn’t seen before. “Of course you can have one, I- you can pick out whatever one you want.”

“Come on handsome.” Micah pulled him along down the hall after turning off the glowing television. “Let’s get to bed.”

- - -

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whump-mania · 3 years

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can you do something where whumpee is a teenage girl and whumper is a boy the same age and also her best friend since childhood but when whumper finds out whumpee is aro ace he shows another side to himself and decides hes going to “fix” her

(so i’m aging this up bc i’m not really comfy writing child whump)

tw: attempted r*pe/noncon, cursing, acephobia, female whumpee/male whumper

“So…what do you say?”

Whumpee was in shock. Whumper: her best friend, for longer than she could remember, had just asked her to be his boyfriend as they sat on the couch together in Whumper’s apartment.

“I…”

Despite being friends for so long, she had never told him. Whumpee had figured out she was asexual back in her first year of college, and she never had the guts to tell Whumper.

“Well?” Whumper held Whumpee’s hand in both of his, looking at her hopefully. “I think we’d go really well together, and…I mean, we’ve known each other for so long.”

Whumpee didn’t have the heart to pull her hand away. She looked away to escape Whumper’s piercing gaze. Better to tell him now than never.

“Whumper, um…I have something to tell you.” Whumper only nodded, waiting expectantly for Whumpee’s answer. Whumpee swallowed.

“I, um…i-it’s not you, I promise, I just…” She saw Whumper’s face fall and she got even more nervous. “I…last year I realized I was…that I was asexual. And I promise it isn’t you! It’s just my general preference.”

Whumpee expected Whumper to get angry, or sad, or storm away and never speak to her again. What she didn’t expect was for Whumpee’s calm smile to return. A smile she always recognized and found comfort in, except…there was something dark behind it.

“Oh! Well that’s an easy fix.” Whumper’s grip on Whumpee’s hand got tighter.

“U-Um…” Whumpee then tried to pull away, to no avail. “Whumper, you’re…you’re hurting me. Please let go.” Easy fix? What the hell is he talking about?

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna help you out of this.” Whumper stood. Whumpee wanted to throw up: this was NOT the Whumper she knew.

Whumper started pulling Whumpee to his room. She went into panic mode, pulling against him. “No! No, fucking—fucking let GO!”

Whumper’s grip tightened as he headed for his bedroom door. “Don’t fight this, Whumpee. I know what’s good for you.”

“You don’t know SHIT!” Whumpee pulled aggressively from Whumper’s grasp and finally freed herself, and made a beeline for the door.

“Whumpee, wait!” Whumper ran after her but she was too fast. Whumpee ran and ran to her car, and drove away from the apartment she used to love but instantly had grown to hate.

Whumpee let out a sob as she drove home—no, not home. She knew where to go, she knew who she needed.

She made it to Caretaker’s house without even thinking about it. With tears in her eyes, Whumpee weakly knocked on Caretaker’s door and was met with her sibling’s happy expression that quickly turned to concern.

“Whumper—he, h-he, he asked me to be his—and I told him, a-about me, and he…w-wanted to fix me, I-I had to run, I feel so…”

Whumpee collapsed into Caretaker’s shoulder and sobbed. Caretaker quickly shut the door behind them and held their sister tightly in their arms.

“It’s gonna be okay. Fuck him, he has nothing to fix. Fuck him. I’m so sorry, Whumpee.”

The two of them stayed like that for a while until Whumpee passed out in Caretaker’s arms from exhaustion. Caretaker carefully lifted their sister and put her in bed.

After that, they left for the living room and picked up their phone. “You…” Caretaker dialed Whumper’s number. “…are going to fucking pay for this.”

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whumpsday · 2 years

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Kane & Jim #10: For the Wash

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takes place directly after Visitor

content: vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, reluctant caretaker, minor vomiting incident, starvation, COMFORT

Jim did think about it.

The obvious thing he realized first was that if he decided to feed Kane, he wouldn’t need to do so directly. He could bleed into a cup or something. This was definitely better, but he still felt his skin prickle just thinking about it. The feeling of his skin being sliced open, the blood leaving his body, the dizziness, the wound that he would need to reopen every fucking day. As long as he kept Kane here, it wouldn’t end. He’d have to do it every day, forever. The exact thing he’d tried so hard to escape.

Just the thought of it made him feel like he was going to be sick. The more he thought about it, the sicker he felt, and soon he was racing to the bathroom. He made it in time, heaving until there was nothing left. Shivering on the cold tile, he reviewed his other options while he tried to calm down.

Liz had offered. She wouldn’t have to be fed on, a thought that had immediately made him almost hysterical, she could bleed into a cup. And what? Drive an hour every day to bring it over? Wounding herself for this vampire she hates?

For me?

Jim couldn’t ask her to do that, not even if it was her that had offered. He’d put Liz through enough. Before he moved out a few years ago, he’d woken her up in the middle of the night multiple times a week with his nightmares, or sometimes even when he just got too scared. Being a hunter, Liz only spent about half her nights at home, and she couldn’t even have those in peace because of him. In the beginning, he could barely even function as a person without her help. He’d gone from basically raising Liz for half her childhood to her being forced to be the one to take care of him. He didn’t want to be a burden on her any longer.

And that left killing him. The person Kane had become was unrecognizable. He couldn’t imagine looking into Kane’s terrified eyes and telling him that after everything he’d just gone through, he was going to die on top of it all. God, he would probably beg Jim not to do it. He absolutely couldn’t deal with that.

He knew it was a coward’s move and that he couldn’t do it forever, but he decided he was just going to put off making a decision. Jim felt a pang of guilt at the thought that someone was suffering because of his inaction, and frustration at the fact that it was Kane making him feel it.

Jim pushed himself up off the bathroom floor. The sight of the bathtub reminded him of something else Kane needed: The guy desperately required a bath or shower. Probably the former, given his apparent inability to stand up for very long. He kind of smelled... charred. Jim didn’t even want to know. The basement’s bathroom was just a toilet, so he’d need to bring Kane up here.

Like always, Kane immediately snapped to attention as soon as Jim opened the door, staring at him fearfully, wrapped up in his blanket. Jim made a mental note to wash that thing, it was already gross with blood.

“Hey,�� Jim greeted, a new change of clothes tucked under his arm, “I hope my sister didn’t scare you. She can be kind of intense sometimes.”

Kane’s voice was quiet. “She didn’t hurt me.” He unwrapped himself and moved into a sitting position.

Jim got to the point. “So, I was thinking you’d wanna wash up.”

Kane did not react how Jim expected him to. His shoulders slumped as he looked down sadly at his feet.

“O-okay.” He sounded like he might cry.

Jim got the picture. He couldn’t imagine those hunters let him just take a nice shower. He didn’t know what they did instead, but it was probably unpleasant.

“I meant upstairs, in the bathtub.” he clarified. “It’ll be nice. It won’t hurt.”

Kane seemed surprised at the news. “Really?”

“Yeah, man. Come on.”

Jim started to lead him upstairs, but Kane hesitated at the door.

“What about my ankles?” he asked.

“I’d just have to take them off again when we get to the bathroom. I get the feeling that you’re not gonna go ballistic in the ten seconds it takes to get there.” Jim explained.

They stopped at the bathroom door. “Alright, just one more thing.” Jim took Kane’s hand and unwrapped the bandage, trying to be as gentle as possible, before moving to the other wrist. They looked slightly better than last night: Still healing much faster than a human, but very slowly for a vampire. When he looked up, Kane was crying, just a little.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” he asked, concerned.

Kane shook his head. “The opposite.” his voice was choked up. “You’re... kind.”

Jim didn’t know what made him do it. Maybe it was the vulnerability in his voice. Maybe it was the way his shoulders were shaking. Maybe it was the way he looked so small. Jim knew that Kane was already pushing eighty before he was even born, but he just looked like a guy in his twenties. When Kane had first taken him, Jim was only nineteen. He’d thought Kane intimidating at the time. But Jim had aged, and Kane had not. Now, he looked slightly younger than his little sister.

Whatever the reason, Jim found himself reaching a hand up to ruffle Kane’s grimy hair, the same way he used to do with Liz when she was a kid. Kane winced at the contact, but quickly recovered when he realized Jim wasn’t hurting him, wearing that same bewildered expression he’d given last night.

“You’re gonna be alright.” Jim assured, handing him the change of clothes.

Kane took them gingerly. “Thank you.” he said in that soft voice. Jim wouldn’t have known he could speak like that, before. Nearly everything he’d said came out with a sharp edge.

“There’s a towel in there. Take as long as you need. I’ll be right out here when you get out.” Jim knew that Kane wasn’t really a threat, but he also knew that leaving a vampire unattended and unrestrained was not a smart move.

As soon as Kane was alone, he touched the spot on his head where Jim had. It felt... nice. He struggled to remember when the last time he’d felt a kind touch from another person even was. Definitely long before he’d been captured.

Seventeen. That had to be it, when he was seventeen. Almost a century ago.

What a truly pathetic life I’ve lead.

Kane tried to discard the depressing thought. He could take a bath now. A real bath! No more sitting in filth for weeks at a time. No more freezing cold hose-downs, leaving him wet and shivering, his starved body unable to retain any heat. No more desperately trying to mask his chills so that they wouldn’t “help him warm up” with more burning.

He undressed and turned on the tub, flinching as he put his hand under the cold water. But sure enough, the water grew warmer and warmer until--

Kane turned the knob, stopping the temperature from rising any further. He used to love extra-hot baths. Now he’d be glad if he never felt another hot thing again in his life. Still, it was warm enough.

When the tub filled all the way, he climbed in. Kane felt the tension slowly bleed out of him, his stiff shoulders finally relaxing in the warm water. He hadn’t felt something this nice since-- since before. But he'd certainly never appreciated it like he did now.

By the time he was done washing himself, the water was a murky reddish color. The fresh clothes felt great on his clean skin. Another V-neck t-shirt, this one unbloodied. He still hurt all over, especially his mangled wrists and the ever-present screaming of his empty stomach, but this was better than he’d felt in years. He was grateful that he could experience one nice thing again before his death.

As promised, Jim was waiting outside.

“Thank you.” Kane said again. He simply could not wrap his head around why he was being shown so much mercy.

“It’s not a big deal.” Jim said it so casually, as if it was true. “I’ll take you up here every morning to wash up from now on, okay?”

Kane made a choked sound. Every morning? He would get to do this every day?

“Why?” he asked before he could stop himself.

“Because it’s a basic hum- uh, it’s a basic right. Hygiene.” Jim sighed. “Listen, just... think about it this way. When I was- when-” He seemed to have trouble getting the words out. “There was a shower back then, yeah?”

He’s talking about when he was my prisoner. Kane realized with a jolt. He nodded silently, hoping that the broaching of the topic would not lead to Jim becoming angry.

“I’m not going to do anything to you that’s worse than-- you get it.” Jim hastily finished his sentence.

Kane thought he got it, maybe. Just as he was met with cruelty as a punishment for his own past cruelty, he would be met with mercy as a reward for his own past mercy? But he hadn’t even considered it a mercy back then, he’d just thought it was normal. He hadn’t started considering bathing an unattainable luxury until the hunters.

That’s what he’s saying, dumbass. He’s saying it’s normal. Like before. He surprised himself with the thought. It sounded almost like his old self.

He took the advice, but pushed down the voice. That was the last thing he needed. His old self was the one that ruined everything. He could behave now.

“I understand.” Kane confirmed. “Still, I’m very grateful.”

Jim re-bandaged his wrists, fresh and clean, and took him back down to the basement. When they got there, Jim didn’t stop at the door like he usually did. He went all the way to Kane’s bed, and grabbed the blanket.

“I’m just gonna take this for the wash.”

Kane felt an ache somewhere deep, deep inside him where hope went to die.

That’s why he’d been given such a generous-seeming offer. He didn’t know. He didn’t know it was a deal. He wouldn’t have taken it. He’d rather have the blanket. He’d so, so much rather have the blanket. He wanted to cover himself, all tucked away, no more exposed skin to burn.

He dropped to his knees and cried.

“Huh? Kane?” Jim asked. “Kane, what’s wrong?”

“I didn’t kn-know.” he whispered through his tears, his arms wrapped around himself. “I won’t, won’t do any more washes, if I can keep the blanket. Please?” He knew he was being greedy. He should’ve been grateful he wasn’t being hurt in the first place. He wanted to scream at himself to shut up before more was taken for his insolence.

“Oh, shit, no, I didn’t mean it like that.” Jim said hurriedly. “I’m just gonna wash it, alright? It’s kind of gross. I’ll bring it back in like two hours, and it’ll be nice and clean. I’m not taking it away.”

Oh.

It was genuine after all. He would get to keep both, the blanket and the baths. He let out a shaky breath. “Th-thank you.” he said for what felt like the thousandth time.

Jim seemed to study Kane’s arms for a bit. “I’ll be right back.” He left with the blanket.

Kane just knelt there on the floor, hugging himself. Within a minute, Jim returned. The blanket was gone, but he was carrying something else.

“Here, try this on.” he said, handing it to Kane. It was a jacket.

Kane’s heart fluttered in his chest as he put it on. It was a nice, sturdy, hooded bomber jacket. Safe. Safe safe safe. He felt safe while wearing this. He put the hood up, too. That was even better.

“Do you like it?” Jim asked.

That was such an understatement he almost didn’t know what to say. “Yes, I like it so much! Thank-”

“Don’t mention it.” Jim interrupted him. “That’s yours to keep, alright?”

Kane nodded, overcome with emotion. He tried his very best not to cry, since Jim hadn’t seemed to like it the past two times.

jim 🤝 kane: misinterpreting things from their caretakers

i felt too mean after writing sunrise and had to pamper kane a little 🥺

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